They ate in silence, punctuated only by the promulgation of posterior punishments. She reckoned she’d counted four floggings from other tables, and some six seats swished soundly. It was around ten minutes before they finally finished. “Better, Domme?” he asked, mopping his mouth. “Yes thanks,” she agreed, “the food IS good here….as well as the derrière discipline.” Then the ever-attentive JILLIAN whisked away their plates, and he topped up their glasses. “Here are the sweets menus….with the special one for you, Madam,” she said, handing them over. She accepted them, and decided she may as well inspect the more serious and suspect stuff
Disciplinary Dommes’ Desserts
A mouth-watering (if not eye-watering) selection of fine fancies, based on and around some of the fantasies contained in Man Appeal, an alternative culinary cuisine by Gertrude Griffin of St Stricktlands School. Autographed copies of this illustrated work may be bought at the bar.
Most interesting, and extremely inventive. She’d always harboured doubts about The Dreadful Griffin, owing to all the persistent rumours which circulated around her. At least though, these were fantasies firmly rooted in fiction rather than fact. On the other hand, she suspected many mere males had helped her research, hopefully not the hard way? Ouch….as she considered the idea of a Knackerbocker Gory Glory? “Have you chosen, Madam?” asked Jillian, again at her elbow. “I’ll live dangerously, and try the Sliced Scrotum Surprise Syrup Sponge, please,” she said, as she saw Richard Sharp shiver again.
“I’ll have Oglers Orange Cheesecake please,” he said sourly, “since it seems to be my lot in life.” The Waitress noted them down, took the menus, and departed. Then a naked figure padded past, sporting a straining shaft, and attempting not to look at everyone at once. Surely this must be a height of humiliation? “I’m afraid we’re getting closer to the painful part of the proceedings,” she said, “although you won’t be punished in public.” Albeit apart from any other Coffees, presumably? “At least I can enjoy my dessert first,” he grumbled, “the condemned mere male’s meal before going gallantly to the gallows.” Then she had a wicked thought. “Perhaps you should strip whilst we’re waiting, Richard?” she suggested, “which will save time later. You can eat in the altogether....nobody will object.”
He opened his mouth, and then closed again. “I don’t mind telling you this is all way outside my comfort zone, Domme,” he said, standing up, “however it’s all new and daring, so we’ll give it a go. Have you ever done anything similar?” She nodded. “In my dreams, often enough,” she admitted, “and I played In The Pink for the very first time last term. It was with The Six Bi Babes, and it was Very Nice indeed....as we discussed earlier. I was spanked soundly by six sinful sluts all two years younger than me, and it was highly humiliating. But then you may just recall Farmyard Fun and Frolics earlier today, when I was a salutary sow. As the Milkmaid said, I honestly never believed I could stoop so low.” Including being screwed in a pigsty....and with a big boar prodding her pussy at no extra charge. Slowly, he stripped starkers, folding each item carefully. Impeccable tidiness had clearly been caned into him, the same as all scholars at The Styx. “Bend over a bit,” she urged, “and let me see your branded bum....” he duly did so, “....AHHH,” he gasped as she stroked the letters softly.
“Nice arse,” said Daffy Saffy as she set down their sweets, “and the brand’s pretty impressive, as an earnest of intent. I take it D G G are your initials, Madam….?” she nodded, smugly, “….it’s not something we discussed, so it’s all his own work, so to speak. Anyway, I’ve noted you wanted Coffee With Whipped Cream. Here’s a complimentary carrier bag, which we provide for all so-called Strip Teas….” ha bloody ha, “….simply to keep everything tidy. The black metal spiral staircase down to the Coffee Service Suite is just beyond the bar. You can’t miss it….or the Latin logo Hic omnes spes ingredientibus....” Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here, the same as Dante’s Inferno, “....I’ll bring the bad boy’s bill shortly....just in case there are any late additions....” he grimiced, “Thanks, Daffy,” he said, sourly, “and I love you, too.” She smiled sweetly, “....which is a lash for Disrespect....” his lips moved silently, “....and a second for the word Bitch. Was there anything else you wanted to add?”
His shoulders slumped. “No, Miss,” he said, “nothing at all, Miss....absolutely nothing whatsoever, Miss.” She smiled. “With one more for such shocking Sarcasm,” she said, “something you’ve done on numerous occasions throughout the year to your long-suffering fags.” He coloured slightly, so clearly this was in the affirmative. “You sentenced me to take half your....well, Domme’s Sex Thrashing from Horrible Harry after you’d departed for the day, Miss,” he said, through gritted teeth, “which was one of the worst experiences of my life.” She’d have to ask him about it, sometime. Well, she’d been in exactly the same situation with Brenda Smith. “AHHH....AHHH,” he gasped as he sat down again, and this time it was worse with the really rough raised ridges against his raw rear.
Then she started on her Sponge. It was shaped similarly to a scrotum, clearly severed along the centre, as though it had been attacked by a carving knife....or indeed a Gneiss Slice. The syrup was simple enough, however she could see two suspicious lumps. Presumably these were the two testes....and thus the Surprise? She tried one in her mouth, and bit it hard....CRUNCH “....Ohh,” she muttered as it disintegrated, since it must have been hard honeycomb, or something similar. “Ouch,” said Richard Sharp, with a face of pain, although it was nothing more than the power of suggestion.
“How’s the cheesecake?” she asked, “It’s fine, Domme,” he replied, with an obvious lack of interest. Clearly he was worried about what was to cum....him, in this instance. “Here are the bills, Madam,” said Jillian, setting them down, “Richard will need to take his down to Joan, after you’ve read through it all.” She picked up the first, and saw it was for a total of NP41:36....very reasonable, since she’d had steak. Mentally, she tallied twelve per gross, and then decided simply to make it up to NP50:00. After all, she’d promised the Waitress a large tip. Idly, she turned her attention to the second piece of paper.
The Stern Maiden – Bills for Bad Boys
Customers are cordially reminded these are always applied with the punishment cane onto the bare bottom in public - unless settled by coffee service. All bills must be paid in full prior to leaving the establishment.
Bad Boy’s name: Rick The Prick
Leching Longingly at Madam Domme √√
failure to seat Madam helpful boy
staring at seats Jill √ √ √ √ staring at seats June √
ogling over apron attire Jill √ √
ogling over apron attire June √
disrespectful references √ √√
Other charges:
Failed erection Inspection √
Tip for special services √
“Here you are, Richard….” she said, handing it to him. He read it with a blank expression, and no wonder. Surely it must be somewhat akin to reading one’s own death warrant? “….fifteen lashes. A noble sacrifice, and I too am terribly taken with your resolve. I won’t keep you….well, hanging around too long….” once again, what wit? “….and be along to the Customer Collection Pick-up Point quite quickly.” When it would all be over. Slowly, he stood up, and mouthed her a kiss. As a gallant gesture it was somewhat undone by his pulsing penis….still, he was paying the price. “I’ll love you and leave you, dearest Domme,” he said, “perhaps you might think of me whilst supping my semen?” She nodded. “I’ll definitely do so,” she confirmed, “spunk well for Aunty Dominetta.”
She watched whilst he padded towards his doom….CRUNCH went the second instalment of the Surprise. Slowly, she packed away his clothes in the offered bag. It was labelled The Stern Maiden on one side, and The Stern Master the second. Obviously they were also used by sinful sluts during Strict Sirs Sessions. Ouch….since it could have been her. Then the small but stubborn section of her psyche said it was such a shame it wasn’t. She smiled as she recalled the mention on the menu about Coffee.
UP TO thirty minutes should be allowed If whipped cream is required with customers’ coffee after evening dinner by A suitably stocked semen supplier. Donation will be done discretely in the dungeon downstairs by mechanical means.
It was easy enough to amuse herself by watching more whacks….good honest entertainment, and cheap at the price of posterior pain. Slowly, she slipped a hand up inside her skirt. “Uhhh,” she moaned quietly, as she stroked herself where she shouldn’t. Seeing such suffering studs had always got her going….although it was even better when it was her hitting the hiney. Then she extracted her wallet, and counted out ten NP6 notes. What the fuck, she’d make it a dozen, thus sixdy new pounds in all. After all, the Waitress had earned every penny of it.
“You’ve really achieved the impossible with Rick The Prick,” said a passing Jillian, as she collected the cash, “since at the outset I was convinced he was a complete cretin. However, he’d already had some work done on him by one Primula Proffer….” so he’d said, “….who started at The Styx this week. She was once a Happy Hooker, but as Terrence told everyone in assembly, holds a First Class honours degree from Cambridge in Latin, hence a clever cookie….” and crumpet, “….anyway, I was able to build on her foundations. But it was certainly somewhat serendipitous you showing up so soon, when it was all fresh in his mind. I hope it goes well for you both….and he gets his place at the University of Aberdeen next autumn. One of us will bring your drink when he’s performed his penance….and do feel free to continue feeling yourself freely, Madam.” Oops….rumbled all over again. Still, she probably wasn’t the only sinner she’d seen stroking her slit.
Seemingly several minutes later, another Waitress appeared....June. “Here’s your Coffee With Whipped Cream, Madam,” she said, “and according to Joan, he did very well with the suction stakes. He must have been fairly full….or hopelessly head-over-heels in love?” She winked once, and set it down. At her ease, she supped his semen. Somehow, it was a wonderful feeling, knowing by now he’d be standing starkers outside in the cold. So much suffering had gone into this drink….just what mere males needed, to show them who was Superior. All too soon she was finished, so she mopped her mouth and stood up. “Goodnight, Jillian,” she called out, as she picked up the carrier bag and strode across the room. “Goodnight, Madam,” she replied, heading back into the long gloomy corridor.
Several seconds later, she reached the main entrance. She continued across the car park, with its bright arc lights, and unlocked the hire car. “Ohh,” she gasped as she sat down. Then she reversed it around to the Customer Collection Pick-up Point, where Richard Sharp was waiting. His limp form was sagging from the shackles, and quite clearly Joan hadn’t held back. She climbed out of the car, and raised the hatchback. Then she set down her overnight bag next to the carrier. Next, she folded down the rear seats, which would allow him sleep lying flat. She picked up a key hanging from an adjacent peg, and carefully released his wrists. As he started to sink, she replaced it for the next incumbent, “Ohh,” he moaned, virtually falling forward into the car.
He’d certainly been whipped well, so much was obvious from the interior light. She tidied his legs, closed the hatchback, and returned to the driver’s seat. “Ohh,” she gasped again, although what she was suffering must be several orders of magnitude lower? It was too late to worry about Driving Dubiously Dressed, and more a matter of getting back to The Styx in the shortest time. Hopefully after an hour’s recovery time, and some suitable shut-eye, he’d be able to walk? She rummaged around inside her bag, and extracted Dick Dastardly. “Uhhh….AHHH,” she gasped as she poked the punishment penis inside her pussy. At least he’d ensure she stayed awake….especially after she switched him on, with a properly painful pulse up her pussy every minute.
The moon was clear as they passed beneath the wrought-iron arches of the main entrance gates, “Ahhh….” she gasped. As Big Ben became visible along the carriage drive, the buildings seemed seriously gothic, “….Ahhh.” Three pulses later, she swung around in the Staff car park, and stopped right outside the door. This was obviously a position not permissible, however she was already going to be beaten by the beak for illegal parking, so a little more wouldn’t matter. She switched off the engine….and Dick Dastardly, “Uhhh….AHHH,” she gasped as she popped him back into her bag. Then she climbed out of the car and opened the hatchback. “We’re here, Richard,” she said, “are you awake?”
A head slowly arose. “Yes indeed….huhh….Domme,” he replied groggily, “I’ve never felt better….ohh,” he added as she patted his posterior. “Can you walk?” she asked, and apparently in answer, he slowly struggled upright. “You can lean on me, my love,” she said as she shut the hatchback. This time she wouldn’t worry about locking the car, since the likelihood of loss was ludicrously low. Then with the two bags under one arm, and him on the other, they stepped slowly into the building. She could hear distant discipline, even at this late hour. St Sticks never sleeps, as they continued slowly down the long, dark cold corridor.
They reached the entrance hall for the Prefects’ Study wing, just as Big Ben was striking for 11pm. “Huhh….we’ll have to take it one flight at a time,” he said haltingly, “huhh….since I’m on Level 6.” Oh dear….so she was in for the long haul, so to speak. Slowly, they started up the empty stone steps, with sounds of swishing echoing up and down….almost certainly some stud’s Sex Thrashing. What was the witticism dearest David had invented to cover such a situation? Yes….the Cunt At Infinity, and a mathematical construct of his own making. It was a destination desperately desirable in the distance, but utterly unattainable.
After an eternity, they reached the last landing….and just as well, since she too was becoming terribly tired. “I’m in study 13….huhh….dearest Domme,” he said as they continued to stagger slowly down into the depths. At least this was only halfway. Finally, they arrived.
Richard Sharp
Mihi parendum est
You Must Obey Me, a Latin logo used so often by Dominant dolts. They stepped inside, and she dropped the two bags on the table as they passed. Gently, she guided him to the bed, where he promptly collapsed onto the covers. There was no particular point in worrying further, since he was….well, out for the cunt, as the saying went. However, she herself was still hot and bothered, by kind courtesy of Dick Dastardly. Might he help with her frustrations? Then she had another idea of….well, Indecent Intent. Rick The Prick would keep, so she’d simply source a second stud for service.
She slipped off her clothes, folding them neatly. She too had risen through the ranks, and tidiness had been caned into her as well over the long years. Then she had another thought, and replaced her black tie. She rummaged around, and extracted her black high heels. Exhibitionism was an acquired art, as she strutted out of the study, leaving the door wide open. Grizzle Guts would never have done such deviance….but Domme was different. She retraced her route to the landing, and continued down four flights to the Level 2, each empty stone step echoing. Then she strutted along the gloomy corridor, until she reached study 10.
Owen Beehive
Alvarium
Knock and Enter
So it was indeed The Beehive, as he’d said. As for the second sanction, it was simply since he was another subbie who’d never Mastered the art of saying Entarrrr. Anyway, at this time of night, he’d most likely be sound asleep? She opened the door, and strutted inside. With luck, the limited light from the corridor should still be sufficient to find his bed. Yes….there it was, although studies didn’t leave a lot of leeway. He was well away, and on his own. She crept across the room, and slowly pulled down the bedclothes. Uh..huh….since he’d placed a pillow beneath his bum, probably on account of his branded bottom. Interesting, since in addition to NACCATAPE on his balls, he’d been perusing a copy of WANKER! The¾ inch wide white torment tape enabled testicles to be tied temptingly tight to taste.
The combination had obviously enabled an errant erection. It should be simple enough to bring it up to full strength, and the nine inches of slight scratchiness confirmed where his sympathies lay. “Uhhh….uhhh,” he moaned, as she softly scratched his sensitive scrotum with her fingernails. Predictably his penis was pulsing in seconds, so she shimmied up onto the bed, and sat astride him. Then she took his tool, and pushed it into her pussy. “Uhhh,” he moaned automatically as she fucked his fancy in the Superior style. When would he awaken, she wondered whilst she humped him harder? “Uhhh….Grizzie Bare….Uhhh….Uhhh,” he moaned, although his eyes were still closed. Apparently, she was popular property in dreamland? Would she succeed in sleep-spunking him? “Uhhh….UHHH….I’m spurting….” his eyes finally opened, “….OMG….it IS Grizzie Bare….almost….YESS….YESS….YESS.”
She could feel his fancy shedding its supply of semen inside her. “I thought you’d enjoy a sinful succubus….Oh Behave….” she said softly, as soon as his spurts had ceased, “….you know, the naughty night nymph of ancient times which has its wicked way with willies.” He nodded, “Uhhh,” he moaned as she raised herself off him, and his soft shaft slipped out. “I’m sorry to say you’re down for a dozen due,” she said as she jack-knifed off the bed, “but what exactly is the meaning of this disgraceful depravity….” she pointed to WANKER! “….surely you’ve plenty of pokeable pussy on the premises?” He ventured the swishees’ smirk, clearly with GUILTY written right across his forehead in a large red rude word. “Yes, Ma’am,” he agreed, “but it’s the horrendous humiliation of buying it from a shop….Feel the shame of taking your favourite magazine to the checkout Lady, as it says on the front cover….” she glanced down, and saw it was so, “….in addition to which, I AM still a worthless wanker….” he stared up at her, hopefully, “….perhaps I should be punished for the Perusal of porn and Stroking Shafts, since The Captain was kind enough to punish me for its Purchase?”
Which one, she wondered? “Was it Khaki Carlie or Cooler Carla?” she asked, referring to the two teachers….Greystone and Icewater. “Neither, Ma’am,” he replied, “it was the pretty prefect Avis Mainwaring….” Ohh, “….she may not be a looker, but is into wrestling, roughhousing-with-a-bit-of-rough, and Rough Trade….and nudges ninedy to thirdy.” She same as her. “The standard tariffs are both six,” she said sternly, “as you may be aware, Grizzle Guts expected two dozen, but Domme only requires twelve….except you’ve a branded bottom.” He smiled, ruefully. “Perhaps you might apply a dozen due,” he suggested, “and leave the same again to be Taken On Trust. I’ll be highly happy to report to Nurse Crusher tomorrow morning, following fagging. It’ll be a badge of inverse pride to tell her and everyone else how I was screwed by a scheming succubus, which turned out to be my delightful Domme. In addition to which, I might just succeed in sourcing a subsequent screw….one can always hope?”
Slowly, he stood, and padded towards the back wall. As always, it was completely covered with items of coercion and correction. The latter were limited, since he was such a subbie. He returned brandishing a fearsome four footer, and a heavy-duty wide leather studded slave collar, before handing them over to her. “Could you affix it tightly, Ma’am?” he asked, “since I really do rather relish slight strangulation. Since I’ve spunked, it’ll all hurt horribly….so I should be shackled and ironed.” He lay back onto the bed, putting another pillow underneath his neck, before spreading his arms and legs wide. “Ohh….ohh….ohh….ohh,” he moaned as his wrists and ankles were immobilized.
“We’ll take your tool away from temptation….” she said, shifting it backwards out of harm’s way, “….you must behave, Oh Behave….” once again, what wit? “….so no humping the pillow.” He shrugged, as well as anyone can when in strict bondage. “Isn’t this just like the old days, Owen,” she said, “you….me, and a punishment cane between us?” He shivered. “I told you how much I enjoyed your dozen due for the Autumn Thrash, Ma’am,” he said, “so this really IS revisiting the rattan, before having left school.”
SWISHHTHWACKKKK SWISHHTHWACKKKK SWISHHTHWACKKKK
“YEEEE..HEEEE..EEEEE….THREE, thank you, MA’AM,” he yelped. “Sex Thrashing strokes,” she said, “in the staccato style and without the sexual imperative really ARE the worst whacks….or so I’m told. However, you can have your money’s worth.” There was a slight whimper of despair, which always got her going. “Ohhh….ohhh….” he gasped, as she fondled his fanny in familiar fashion, “….AHHH….” he added as she took a fingernail to the first letter of the brand on his bum, “….AHHH….AHHH,” he added as she did the remaining two letters likewise.
SWISHHTHWACKKKK SWISHHTHWACKKKK SWISHHTHWACKKKK
“YAROOO..OOOO..HOOOO….SIX thank you, MA’AM,” he gasped. “If it’s any consolation, Owen,” she said, “Rick The Prick was really concerned at you being marked for a month. Therefore, he took a permanent one immediately afterwards, also with my initials, as a gesture of intent….” and in order to see off the competition, “….it appears he also was an ardent admirer of mine for many years, but it seems the sin of pride stopped him from saying so.” Albeit with rather a large amount of good reason.
SWISHHTHWACKKKK SWISHHTHWACKKKK SWISHHTHWACKKKK
“YEOWWW..OWWW..WOWWW….NINE, thank you, MA’AM,” he gasped. “I’ll admit it wouldn’t have got him anywhere, even if he had,” she continued, “since he’d have ended up thrown out onto the street….” or rather out of her study, “….the same as all my other suitors. However, we’re both changed characters now, each with a disciplinary disposition nudging ninedy to thirdy.”
SWISHHTHWACKKKK SWISHHTHWACKKKK SWISHHTHWACKKKK
“YIKES..YIKES..YIKES….TWELVE, thank you, MA’AM,” he gasped, “thank you for such a wonderful Sex Thrashing, Ma’am. I enjoyed it….err….needed it immensely….” a Freudian slip, if ever there was one, “….Grizzle Guts always asserted hers was a cunt-to-die-for….” totally true, “….however, having had it, I’d be delighted to do so….” really? “….perhaps you might threaten to execute me, since my neck’s already on what amounts to a chopping block, Ma’am?” Interesting, since Snuff Stuff wasn’t something with which she’d had much experience. However, she’d do her best to fulfil his filthy fantasies….albeit in role-play form, rather than grim reality.
“You were a prime porker during Farmyard Fun and Frolics,” she said sternly, “and as such an appalling animal, fit only for food. Therefore, I’ll put you out to pasture permanently.” Surreptitiously, she checked the status of his shaft. Despite his screw, somehow it was straining again, so he’d obviously enjoyed his dozen due….and apparently also an anticipation of ending it all? She’d heard how it could be strangely stimulating to studs on the scaffold, and his pulsing penis proved the point.
“This is the proverbial It,” she said, recalling the words of the old nursery rhyme, Hell, it wasn’t even the special school version, which she’d learned so long ago in dorm 2S. Such innocent days, when she’d been a new nix, or knickers, and one of The Spankers. It was a sport she’d enjoyed immensely….although Sneaking had subsequently proved just as much fun. “Here comes a candle to light you to bed,” she intoned, “here comes a CHOPPER to chop off your HEAD.” Wheeewww….went the weapon through the empty air. “NO,” he shouted, meaning Yes for all practical purposes. It was what dearest David would say was subaudition, although Stop It I Like It would work as well….WHACKK “….Ohhh….” he moaned as she brought it hard down onto his slave collar, “….huhh,” he added, as he finally fainted. She felt his pulse, and was relieved to find it hadn’t been a terminal tap. So a suitably satisfied stud, in more ways than one, She replaced the cane onto its peg, and strutted away. Even if he didn’t awaken before morning, his fags would be reporting at 8am in any event, when they could let him loose.
She retraced her journey back to the Level 2 landing, and slowly ascended the stone steps again. Then at Level 6, it was down into the depths. Might she call into dearest David? No, since her invitation had been for his Sunday morning slot, so he’d be bedding another Bird for his Saturday evening session. Such were his trials and tribulations, with so much sex, and so little time for his tool to….well, take it all in. Finally, she reached study 13 again, and padded inside. He’d obviously awakened briefly in the interim, since the bedside light was switched on, and he was now asleep between the sheets. She could use his bed through the night….until between 3 and 4am. This was when the sex shifts tended to change for Confirmed Cunt Casanovas. At least it had been so for James Grimm, who’d successfully sourced her a subsequent overnight slot, in addition to the screws in Relay’s study. She stacked her high-heeled shoes on the floor, and silently slipped into bed, leaving the light on. She’d still need to tell the time, since she’d every intention of doing David’s distended dick….despite the love of her life lying next to her. Then she shut her eyes, and oblivion followed at once.
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